A sky-high stack of paper-thin pork cutlets laminated with fresh sage leaves, pan-fried to golden brown then sandwiched between creamy avocados and arugula and anchovy green sauce on every single layer, and toasted sesame rolls. What this is, is just something I’ve been wanting to make. Those fountains only grant juvenile public urination, and we mainly stuffed our face with burrata and gelato. I could even fabricate a story behind these sage-laminated cutlets, an Italian inspiration, based on our trip to Rome where we sat in an open piazza making wishes from a magnificent fountain, and oh, with the blessing of elegant European pigeons. I could have painted a nostalgic narrative siting back in childhood when my mom used to regularly make a pan-fried, pounded pork loin in scallion and soy sauce. I could have told you that this was our little PTSD-snack, just to get the blood-sugar level back on track. It’s just sometimes, it’s really hard not to do that.īut what does that have to do with today’s sandwich? Absolutely nothing. I know, I know that I shouldn’t project reasons and meanings behind animal behaviors when there’s probably none… He’s just an cunning old, sneaky wavy-haired boy Maltese. Celebrating the success of his pathetic ploy… he ate a shit-load. Suspiciously and miraculously so, he was moonwalking lively around his “feeding zone” – I’d imagine singing the Smooth Criminal – barking and dancing for his personally prepared chicken liver-rice. Limping and whimpering, wordless but powerful… his flawless craft of showmanship efficiently triggered a wild response from the only audience, and prompted an emergency change in Jason’s itinerary for an earlier return. YESTERDAY, the last day of Jason’s 3-day-business-trip to Hong Kong, Jiaozi/Dumpling pulled a performance of his life at 10 in the morning, in a theatrical masterpiece called – This Is It. A SANDWICH THAT HAS NO STORY… IT’S JUST REALLY TASTY.